This morning, when I was walking toward bus stop 5 minutes from my appartment, I saw sparrows in a bush, chirping and yelling at each other. I walked less than a meter from them but it seemed they didn`t pay attention to me at all 😆 Then I remembered something my grandpa told me few yers ago. It was spring and on one nice and sunny morning he took a short walk to nearby open market to buy some fruit and vegetables. On his way back he saw a flock of sparrows, dustbathing and chirping; just a small flock being happy for a nice sunny day. He stood there for a while then left. I was at home, talking to my grandma in a kitchen, when he arrived. He left his walking stick behind a chair, put plastic bags on a table, looked at both of us and said:
"I`ve heard sparrows today. They were playing in a dust and I stood there, watching and listening to them." We both looked at him, suddenly quiet. He smiled, shrugged and left to his room.
Hold on. Story is not over yet 🙂
Back in 1944. my grandpa joined partisans who just set free Belgrade and Zemun, along with Russian Red Army, pushing German army more to the west. He was only 15 years old, and being small and tiny, they held him as a runner for a local headquarter.
One day in 1945. grandpa and his best friend friend Ivan were riding bicycles down the slope from a part of Zemun called Kalvarija, down to the crossroad of Bezanijska and Prilaz Marina streets. It was very steep slope. They were going down very fast and suddenly a chain on my grandpa`s bicycle broke and he couldn`t stop. With a full speed he ended up punching at a wall of a nearby house… He hit it with his head and lost his conscience. Luckily there were some soldiers who put him in a blanket and carried to a hospital.
He was lucky to survive without breaking any bone except those tiny bones in his middle ears. But he didn`t lost hearing at once. His left ear was more damaged than the right; but he could hear; not as good as before, but he was not completely deaf. Years passed and his hearing was worse and worse, at one point he completely lost it on a left ear and needed to have hearing aid for a right one. He still have some small gadget to help him hear but I think his left ear lost even those 2 percents of hearing doctors estimated more than 10 years ago….
But sometimes, a miracle happens. Somehow, bones inside his ear make some kind of contact and he can hear, even without aid. It usually lasts only for a few minutes and happened maybe few times during last 30 years. You can imagine how happy he was to hear those sparrows….
This is a photo of my grandpa and his best friend Ivan, in 1945. My grandpa is holding British Lanchester submachine gun. Unfortunately, he lost a contact with his friend; after demobilisation, his friend Ivan returned to his home village Progar; last info my grandpa got from one of Ivan`s cousins was that he went down to Macedonia. It was decades ago.
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